Friday, September 12, 2003

Thank you Johnny Cash, for all your great music and influence. We'll surely miss you.

And John Ritter too?

Thursday, September 11, 2003

I'm gettin' all Aristotleian on you . . . classnotes and such.

tekhne (the word is conventionally translated as 'craft, 'skill' or 'art') as art is precisely mimesis (a word translated as 'immitation', although many scholars prefer 'representation') as it immitates art.
in the material record, we see the effort of the species grappling with Intelligence . . . the material forms in which Intelligence is manifest.

the function of literature is to articulate and sustain the polis/people. To invoke the people as the function of literature, to articulate and sustain a nation is a dangerous concept.


See if you can relate / see the connection of the above and this . . .

Don't Sweat The Technique Lyrics
Eric B. & Rakim

Don't Sweat The Technique

Don't sweat the Technique(2x)

Let's trace the hints and check the file
Let see who bit to detect the style
I flip the script so they can't get foul.
At least not now it'll take a while
I change the pace to complete the beat
I drop the bass 'till mc's get weak.
For every word they trace it's a scar they keep...
'Cause when I speak they freak
To sweat the technique
I made my debut in '86
Wit a melody and a president's mix
And now I stay on target and refuse to miss
And I still make hits
wit' beats, parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps
My underground sound vibrates the streets
MC's wanna beef then I play for keeps
When they sweat the technique

Don't Sweat the Technique

They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep., but
Researchers never found all the pieces yet
Scientists try to solve the context
Philosophers are wondering what's next
Pieces are took to last who observe them
They couldn't absorb them, they didn't deserve them
My ideas are only for the audience's ears
For my opponents, it might take years
Pencils and pens, are swords
Letters put together form a key to chords
I'm also a sculpture, born with structure
Because of my culture, I'm a rip and destruct the
Difficult styles that'll be for the technology
Complete sights and new heights after I get deep
You don't have to speak just seek
And peep the technique

But don't sweat the technique

I speak indiscreet cause talk is cheap
Then I get deep and the weak then complete their
Pull with a seat, never weak or obsolete
They never grow old techniques become antiques
Better then something brand new 'cause it's radiant
And the wild style'll have much more volume
Classical too intelligent to be radical
Masterful, never irrelevant: mathematical
Here's some soothing souvenirs for all the years
They fought, and sought, the thoughts and ideas
It's cool when you freak to the beat
But don't sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique (2x)

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

This make sme angry. Color Coded airline tickets . . . ? because it is assumed that we're all really dangerous people, terrorists in the making? because we really don't need freedom anymore? who the heck makes these decisions? I think this is ridiculous . . .
I thought Leni Reifenstahl had checked out years ago, but apparently she's part of the Century Club.

most of my firends with blogs don't post anymore it seems . . . i guess they're busy or something.

Monday, September 08, 2003

You can feel that fall is on it's way, it's in the air in the evenings. And then of course winter follows. What i like least about winter, aside from it being cold, is the lack of smells. Outside air smells at least, are far fewer in winter than in spring or summer. Smell is a big part of autumn, no doubt, but there's some summer smells i'm going to miss: rain falling on hot pavement, tomato plants, and sunscreen. the cut grass, the footy weed smell, well these i may not miss so much. i'm ready for fall now ... or ready to begin the adjsutment. i'll still moan hear and there about the cold. tha't jsut who i am. but i'm ready for fall to come
Goodbye Warren Zevon, we'll miss you. Ahhooooooo! Werewolves of London!

Here's a funny story about two dumb chix to make your day a little brighter.

A cool article on Salon about Bjork, if you can't read it let me know, I'll get you the article another way.